Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.